Apollo awoke with a jolt. His head hurting, he began to look around himself. A Doctor's office, more like an infirmary. He knew why he was here. He had done that blast and had failed the test most likely. He punched the bed, cursing himself from not trying the most obvious thing, of course, his mind was being occupied by two other people at the time so it did not allow him to think straight. The answer was so obvious. Apollo then felt something missing...

[i]The Sword?!?! Where did it go?[/i]

Apollo flew to his feet, his knees and head hurting. He began to limp around the room, looking for the sword. It had become a very important part of him. [i]Extremely[/i] important. Once he walked for a bit, he sat down, not even noticing the person that had carried him there. He then looked at him. He took out his sketchbook, and began to write on it.

[b]'Hello, uh, Sir, Have you seen a sword like this?'[/b] Apollo drew a quick sketch of the sword. Of course if he had seen it he wouldn't be able to touch it since it was bounded to Apollo, and if anyone else touched it, then yeah, they would kind of be disintegrated They could only touch the Sword of Apollo allowed them to.

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